⭐️⭐️1/2
The usual youthful idiots close down Camp Placid Pines for winter and, as these things go, they are not long for this world. Nightmare-plagued Tracy had a brother who went missing in the area and his disappearance is blamed on local legend Trevor Moorehouse. Sure as shit, Trevor (he’s switched the hockey mask this time out for a bleach-white masquerade number) is back and he’s in a slaughtering mood. Better acting, better violence and her majesty Tiffany Shepis bring things up a notch but it loses the braindead charm of its predecessor. The Dutch angle is abused and there’s a dude named Elvis who gets killed in those awful camp showers while the lights flicker. Did I mention Tiffany Shepis?
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